So here! Emma, thank you for writing the last bit! I loved it! And I hope all you do, too! Review, and suggest!

Steve's POV

"Was everything okay?" asked Birdy the second I walked in the door. I smiled at her.

"Yeah, it was fine," I assured her. "We just wanted to check out the people trying to kill us." She laughed.

"I love how casual your voice is in saying that," she commented. "You're just like, 'Yeah, people wanna kill us. What of it.'" I laughed.

"I don't sound like that," I said, setting down my shield. She giggled.

"Of course not." She tossed her long black hair over her shoulder. "Um...do you think I could get that autograph now? For my godson, I mean?"

"I can do better. We'll go and meet him tomorrow." Her eyes lit up.

"Oh, really?" Her smile stretched all the way across her face. I nodded. "Thank you!" She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. I was a bit surprised by the random hug, but returned it all the same.

"You're welcome," I said. She was so warm, and, I realized as she looked up at me, pretty. Her eyes were still lit up from complete and utter happiness.

"Jett will be so excited!" she exclaimed, letting go of me. I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.
"Would you like something to eat?" I asked her.

"You're gonna cook?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. She really was pretty.

"Yeah. After your long, tiring day, I figured you'd appreciate it. And you're one of the only people that can say Captain America made you dinner." I smiled as she laughed. Her laugh was pretty too. Like wind chimes.

"That would be nice."

Birdy's POV

"Mmm, this is so good!" I said, shoving more lasagna into my mouth. I glanced over at Steve and quickly put my hand over my lips. Rule Number One: Never let a man see you eat.

He smiled. "Thank you." He ate some of his.

"It surprised me," I admitted, swallowing and moving my hand, "how down-to-Earth all you guys are. I expected the Avengers to be all snooty." He shook his head.

"Nah, we're nice people." He glanced around. "Besides Tony." I laughed. "In all seriousness," he continued, "we're okay people. It might be hard to believe, but we are. For example, when not around people, Thor is a big old teddy bear." I laughed again. "Not really. You can cuddle teddy bears. If you tried cuddling Thor he'd probably kill you." I laughed harder, covering my mouth with my hand again.

"You're funny," I commented, smiling at him and dropping my hand. He returned my smile warmly.

"Glad to have someone that thinks so."

Tony's POV

"Who knew he was such a charmer," was the first thing I heard Natasha say as I walked upstairs.

"I've always been charming," I answered. She rolled her eyes.

"Not you." She nodded at the couch. "Look." I did as I was told and saw black hair belonging to Birdy beside someone who was unmistakably Steve. They were both laughing. I didn't say it, but that bugged me a bit. Birdy was...she was mine.

"How's everything going?" I asked casually, sitting smack dab between the two. Birdy and Steve both frowned, but I ignored their expressions and ate a forkful of her dinner. "Hmm. That's good. Little too much cheese."

"You can never have too much cheese," Birdy said, shrugging.

"Yes, but all that cheese'll go straight to your hips dear, and we wouldn't want to ruin the lovely figure of yours, would we?" I asked, a little too seriously, running a hand across her thigh. She swatted it away and turned back to the Capcicle.

"Sorry. I'll see you tomorrow," she apologized, sending me one last glare before walking out of the kitchen.

"I don't know why she's so touchy, she must be on her period." I joked, earning me a smack on te back of the head from the Cap.

"Go apologize! Now!" Natasha ordered.

"I believe he's the one who gives the orders, Miss Romanoff," I said, pointing to the Cap.

"Just cooperate for once, Stark," Cap complained, washing his and Birdy's dishes off in the sink.

"Fine..." I groaned, stalking off.

Emma wrote everything from "Yes, but all the cheese'll..." etc, etc. And it tried to correct 'cheese'll' to 'cheesecloth.' I don't know what a cheesecloth is, but I want seven.